You Never Understand The Landless Brand Poem by John Sensele

Sensational spenders, salute sepulchers
Where revered remains shake and quake
At the prospect of monetary massacres
Your wicked wand wishes to wake by mistake.

Sensational spenders, cull the culture
Steeped in salubrious sales
Craving to erupt in your vulture
Land grab you boast tip scales

In your favour and flavour to desecrate
Burial sites, living lights, recreational rights
Emaciated elements, filaments and their fate
Hate to lose as you cruise in your salacious sights

To displace, replace and suppress the voiceless and penniless
Splurging the depth and width of your wealth
Stifling my residential rights in a careless
Bid to rifle bites, fights and flights, harming the health

Impecunious individuals enjoy
Despite their perennial penury
Although your monetary muscle can kill the joy
January estuaries espouse despite your usury

Axing the acre acquisition appetite
Roaring and soaring to its crescendo
Once it casts its laser light
On usurping the nocturnal nib Nintendo

You love to hate
When desires for the land brand
You long to grab to feel great
Embarrass the acre extortion I shall never understand.